By: Graelan Hoverkamp Did you lose your sailors,To the raging song of the sea?Did they hear the callOf voiceless sirens?Did your sailors,Heed the call of the ocean?Howling, yearning, screaming, churningCold, depthless, endless, agelessDid your sailorsBrave the biting wind,The surging waves,To calm the tempered storm?Did you lose your sailors,To the embrace of Earth’s blood?Do they rest…

By: Mary Kane I could stay in bedall day long, eatinga noun here, another there – radish,melon, poem, friend.But I have this bodyso like a happy dogthat wants to walkbecause it’s a beautiful cold grayJanuary morning. The deadoak leaves that hang onsay to me, You are onlywho you are. The dead novelistaswirl in her thousandsof…

By: Mary Kane I used to write poemsfor you, used tosee paper napkins flylike puffy white cloudsin good country airand eat blueberry pieand drink coffeethinking all the whileof a kind of lovethat involvedfeeling understood,whatever the heckI meant by that. NowI feel a little sadmuch of the timethough I kinda enjoy itand all our effortsat communicationare…

By: Mary Kane I said I said we ought to eat more poetry in translation until we learn to read Spanish and Japanese, but though I said I said it, I didn’t say it; I only said I did. But it was enough, my saying I said it because we did it then. We went…

By: Brianna Perkow Yesterday I saw dragons outside my window,soaring through the sky on their enormous wings, spewing fire from their great maws.The day before I saw a woman in red walkingdown the road, her face covered with a whiteveil, and she looked sad.Last week there was a warrior outside mywindow, fighting for hope and…

By: Mike Rainnie Sometimes when I’m sitting watching TV or idle at my desk at work my right hand grips an imaginary baseball.  I can feel it like it was really there. I haven’t thrown a baseball for at least ten years, and yet my body remembers those days when I held a ball, a…

By: Mike Rainnie Watching fishing vessels from my office windowGliding offshore on the outgoing tideTakes me back to my work as a fisherman,Heading out in the pre-dawn dark.Throbbing diesel underfoot—our faces in the wheelhouse Lit by the gentle glow of radar and GPS screens,Savoring coffee from styrofoam, warm in our cupped handsAnd muted conversation about…

By: Mike Rainnie My wife and I are going to the Tax Guy tonight. I look forward to this about as much as I do getting root canal surgery or a colonoscopy. I can never really get excited about money— To me money is simply a necessary component of everyday life— If I have enough…

By: Mike Rainnie Fish Gods, hear my prayer! Somehow I lost a fillet the other day as I was cutting the three rainbows my grandson and I caught. I had three fish, and I only ended up with five fillets. So, Fish Gods, don’t punish me by not letting me catch fish in the future,…